Submissions by MarikaLena
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Not much of a poet. I just write. Since I'm not a poet, I just started a blog. Help support your local writer by reading her stories about living in the lawless land of Venice Beach, California?
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Aug 2017 1:18am
16th Aug 2017 1:18am
To My Sisters
* Yeah I was in a state of extremely blunt bitterness at a guy when I wrote this. I'm really just trying to promote my new blog. You will find a lot better writing there and I would really appreciate the reads. It's about life on the Venice Beach Boardwalk Thank you!! http://attentiondullamerica.blogspot.com **
Do they even realize what a catch I am? Obviously not they stupid asses. A chick who will get down and please you orally on the beach at night? Who's down to fuck in the car parked along PCH with a full moon and an ocean view to our side. A woman who will dress to the Ts,...
Do they even realize what a catch I am? Obviously not they stupid asses. A chick who will get down and please you orally on the beach at night? Who's down to fuck in the car parked along PCH with a full moon and an ocean view to our side. A woman who will dress to the Ts,...
#LifeAsAWriter
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 7:29am
23rd Feb 2017 7:29am
A Poem for N
Her eyes like sunshine upon my tattered soul.
Was it her company I sought?
Or her beauty I desired?
Every smile she sent my way
Made me believe that everything would be okay.
Her laughter rang with angelic radiance.
Brightening the darkness that lay in my silence.
I wondered how her thick curls of dark cedar would feel tangled around my outstretched fingers.
I’ve met angels before.
They often seem to be knocking at my door.
But this one I want,
this one I could adore.
It’s the imperfections that make a person great.
But honey,...
Was it her company I sought?
Or her beauty I desired?
Every smile she sent my way
Made me believe that everything would be okay.
Her laughter rang with angelic radiance.
Brightening the darkness that lay in my silence.
I wondered how her thick curls of dark cedar would feel tangled around my outstretched fingers.
I’ve met angels before.
They often seem to be knocking at my door.
But this one I want,
this one I could adore.
It’s the imperfections that make a person great.
But honey,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 5:46am
23rd Jan 2017 5:46am
Crusty Days in Holy Cross
To preface : About past days of freedom being homeless and young in Santa Cruz, California. Thank you.
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An overwhelming sense of freedom overtook me.
As we ran carelessly through dirty sidewalks
Barefoot.
The city our playground, everything in it ours for the taking.
I can tell you about Freedom.
The pavement our friend.
Money obsolete
It meant nothing.
Food was abundant, and friendship endless.
We sat and sang and made merry music.
Filthy.
Sweet herbs contrasting rancidity of days with no...
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An overwhelming sense of freedom overtook me.
As we ran carelessly through dirty sidewalks
Barefoot.
The city our playground, everything in it ours for the taking.
I can tell you about Freedom.
The pavement our friend.
Money obsolete
It meant nothing.
Food was abundant, and friendship endless.
We sat and sang and made merry music.
Filthy.
Sweet herbs contrasting rancidity of days with no...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2017 3:23am
1st Jan 2017 3:23am
This Hole
Trying to claw my way through
To the other side.
Somewhere where I can hide
Away from all this misery.
This internal withering and decay.
I think I remember
A day when it was simple
When flowers bloomed and smiles ran wide.
But now I keep myself locked inside.
This soul of mine which rots in this prison of skin.
Convulsing, shaking ~ trying to find a way free.
Follow orders - learn them, son.
And as we grow the doubt expands
until it has possessed every bit of our being.
Until our eyes are crying ~ are bleeding
Until our...
To the other side.
Somewhere where I can hide
Away from all this misery.
This internal withering and decay.
I think I remember
A day when it was simple
When flowers bloomed and smiles ran wide.
But now I keep myself locked inside.
This soul of mine which rots in this prison of skin.
Convulsing, shaking ~ trying to find a way free.
Follow orders - learn them, son.
And as we grow the doubt expands
until it has possessed every bit of our being.
Until our eyes are crying ~ are bleeding
Until our...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2016 2:37am
19th Nov 2016 2:37am
A Lover Semi-Forgotten
In all of the faces that pass by I see you.
The face of an old lover
The cliché of all.
In the boy speeding by on bicycle, eyes locked with mine as I drive by. The man on Saturday night jog, the girl huddled beneath sleeping bags on hard concrete- trying to keep warm against insulated brick of an old school building.
That old lover which breathes beneath my skin- The one shouting memories into my head. When I pass your old house where we used to dwell, that old lover won't keep still. Sending chills through my already aching body, forcing me to remember the days upon that...
The face of an old lover
The cliché of all.
In the boy speeding by on bicycle, eyes locked with mine as I drive by. The man on Saturday night jog, the girl huddled beneath sleeping bags on hard concrete- trying to keep warm against insulated brick of an old school building.
That old lover which breathes beneath my skin- The one shouting memories into my head. When I pass your old house where we used to dwell, that old lover won't keep still. Sending chills through my already aching body, forcing me to remember the days upon that...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Aug 2016 5:13pm
1st Aug 2016 5:13pm
She was Five Years Old
There must have been better times that I can remember?
Times, I remember. Watching the trees sway in the wind. Time is strange as it turns, constantly moving, constantly changing.
Time never stops.
A child.
Brown ringlets blowing in the wind.
A child with eyes large.
Golden brown eyes sparking in the deep sunshine.
To her life is still an adventure.
Nothing has crushed her yet, her fears not yet validated.
In ways she is stronger at the tender age of five than she will ever be again. She runs through the grass with scrapes on her knees and an...
Times, I remember. Watching the trees sway in the wind. Time is strange as it turns, constantly moving, constantly changing.
Time never stops.
A child.
Brown ringlets blowing in the wind.
A child with eyes large.
Golden brown eyes sparking in the deep sunshine.
To her life is still an adventure.
Nothing has crushed her yet, her fears not yet validated.
In ways she is stronger at the tender age of five than she will ever be again. She runs through the grass with scrapes on her knees and an...
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2016 6:01am
1st Aug 2016 6:01am
An Ode to Lonlieness
Lost.
Lost Days turn into Lonely Nights.
Alone.
To Be Alone.
What is it?
To Feel Alone?
How do we
Forget our loneliness?
When it is puncturing the skin with its relentless pricks?
Leaving marks and scars.
Prying, Scratching.
Hurdles have been set before us.
How do we jump?
If our legs have lost motion.
If our feet are stationary.
Toes cramped?
How do we swim through waters of rage
to reach the shore of enlightenment
If our ligaments have lost ability of movement?...
Lost Days turn into Lonely Nights.
Alone.
To Be Alone.
What is it?
To Feel Alone?
How do we
Forget our loneliness?
When it is puncturing the skin with its relentless pricks?
Leaving marks and scars.
Prying, Scratching.
Hurdles have been set before us.
How do we jump?
If our legs have lost motion.
If our feet are stationary.
Toes cramped?
How do we swim through waters of rage
to reach the shore of enlightenment
If our ligaments have lost ability of movement?...
690 reads
3 Comments
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